by Masaoka Shiki
My life, -
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.
spring rain:
browsing under an umbrella
at the picture-book store
looking up
what a high pagoda
in the autumn sky
Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons.
I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.
the pear blossoming...
after the battle this
ruined house
Toward those short trees
We saw a hawk descending
On a day in spring.
how much longer
is my life?
a brief night...
green in the field
was pounded into
rice cake
I wonder
a cow has eaten up the leaves
a spider lily
looking down I see,
cool in the moonlight,
4000 houses
a dog howling
sound of footsteps
longer nights
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